Virtual Girl/Real Lives
A tale of obsession and misfortunes
It was a day like any other. I got up early, brushed my teeth and then went to run, because I am trying not to be so sedentary anymore. Came back home, ate my breakfast and left for work. Yes, it seemed like it would be like just any other day.
I work in a beverages company. I am an intern in the marketing department, to be more precise. There isn’t much action in my daily life, you know. Usually, I only have to handle with spreadsheets and powerpoint presentations, reply some e-mails and basically that’s it, the ordinary office activities. The highlight of my day in the office was a conversation I had with a coworker about the new album one my favorite bands dropped last week and we decided to go see their concert next month. After that, more spreadsheets and e-mails until I got out of there.
On my way home, I stopped by a fast-food restaurant and bought my dinner. Well, I guess I am not doing any progress in stop being sedentary after all… I got home, took a shower and sat in front of my television. I wasn’t really watching anything, I was more absorbed in my own thoughts, thinking that I am starting to really dislike my job and what I could be doing instead. That felt like a dead end road, so I decided that I should try to relax a little bit. I have to confess, I am kinda addicted to cam sites, watching them whenever I can, and so I did that day. But I do not just sit there and and jerk off like the other pricks who use this kind of service, I like to chat with the girls, I like to interact with them, to get to know them and they like it as well. It is so fascinating because it’s too intimate to know someone when that person is taking her clothes off and zooming in her pussy to lots of people from everywhere. I know I’m not the only one there, but I make them feel that way, and I know that because KittyKatKate told me. That girl, she is the joy of my days. Every time she is online I’d be on her room, and we have great conversations in between the requests that other guys make to her to flash her boobs or spank her butt and that’s why we have such an amazing relationship. Every time she dances, she dances for me. Every time she gets naked, she do it for me. Every time she cums, she cums for me. And I do the same for her.
So much so that I will ask her to marry me. She will love it, I know! I already have the scene set on my mind: I will show up at her doorstep, wearing a good suit, my silk red tie and with a bouquet of roses. I only have to save some more cash to buy my suit and then the time will come! I am feeling that it is close now that I got her address. To get that information was hard, I had to spend much time and money on the deep web, but eventually I got some person who was able to hack her and find her address. And just to know that we live in the same city that totally worth it! Since I know that, it is even more fulfilling to see her.
But tonight something is wrong. Tough she got online around the same time she usually does, something is off. I think it’s my sixth sense warning me, that strange connection that happens between two people who love each other. The thing is: something is about to come, I can anticipate it. Everything seems equal the other days, with my beloved girl teasing the guys, dancing a little bit, taking some pieces of clothing off. But then I noticed a strange shadow behind her, in the background, throught the window where I suppose it’s the garden of her house. It disappeared quickly and my attention was directed towards the beautiful performance just to be interrupted once again shortly after that. Now I am sure, there’s something there. I clearly saw a head pop up in the window, checking the backdoor of the house, certainly looking for a way in. I cannot let this happen to her, my soon-to-be wife! I grab a gun I also bought in the deep web and leave my house.
It was a day like any other. I woke up late, at noon, ‘cause I stayed up ‘til late last night. I don’t know why, but for some reason my visitors like to tip very late in the night. I think that’s their revenge, ‘cause I like to mock them every time I get a chance. It’s kinda fun to see what guys can take when they’re seeing a pussy. Men are so predictable and boring.
Anyway, I ate my lunch and went to shop for some more toys. Spent the whole afternoon in downtown, took some time to drink a coffee with a friend and then went back home. I didn’t take shower as usually, since some guys like to see me doing that, so whatever, since it’s getting me dollars I don’t care what those creeps like. However, I did change clothes to put something more… sexy, and then started working.
In the beggining it was hard, I’m the first to admit it. My dad lost his job and my family couldn’t support me anymore, so I had to leave college ‘cause I didn’t have the money to maintain myself in those days. And I ain’t got many opportunities to work too. I tried to babysitting, to wait tables, to dog walking, you name it, but got nothing. It seemed like I had only two options: come back to my parents house, in the countryside, or something more dramatic. And I was ready for eveything, even life in the streets! I love my family, but I won’t return to that city full of simpleton people, I deserve more than that! Around that time a friend told me about this another option, which I’ve never heard of before: be a camgirl. It seemed to good to be true, ‘cause I could work from home, I could make my own schedule, I could be my own boss and all I have to do is open my cam and take my clothes off. “Fuck it”, I said, “I’ll give it a try!”. Indeed, all those affirmations are true, but I’ve never imagined how much time I’d have to spend naked and shakin’ my ass to make a living. And the worst part isn’t even that, but rather endure all those dickheads that are too kinky to get laid in real life and then come to me as a solution for their oddness. Like this one guy, AwesomeBobby, a young man who connects at my room every single day, always talking about how much he loves me, how he would love to meet me, how he would make me happy and so on. The bitter side of this situation is that I can’t make fun of him like I do with the other viewers. He always tips me and he’s generous in doing so. ’Cause of dudes like him I was able to pay my bills and keep my comfy house in the suburb and buy all the shit that I want. So be it, I’ll be his fake online girlfriend.
Tonight was no different in that matter, as soon as I got online he appeared in my room. It took me some time to learn how to handle all these people that come to see me, but now I do it like a pro. The secret is to keep them all interested in see what I have to show. In order to do that, the best is to engage them in random conversations so I can fill the time and keep my show online for longer periods. In doing so, I increase the time span for them to give me money and I can earn more for each show. But it’s easier said than done, ‘cause I have to be really creative to keep all those dicks in control.
Ultimately I got my performance up and running, chating with dozens of dudes and eventually having to flash my boobs or my butt, ‘till something knocked hard on the window that is turned to the backyard. I turned to see what it was, but saw nothing. I ignored it then and continued with my show, but I was distracted again in a little while. Suddenly I’ve heard another hard sound, but this time coming from my kitchen. Some of the guys in my room said that they’ve heard something too and suggested that I should call the police, but it is inside of my house! So while I was grabbing the phone to call the police, I decide to get out of there. But before I could do anything, yet another sound break the silence that surrounds the house in the moment, but this time it’s coming from my front door.
It was a day like any other. My daughter woke me jumping up and down in my bed asking for her cereal. I got up, served the breakfast I dressed her for school. Only God knows how life’s been hard without Jennifer. She couldn’t take it anymore, and I don’t blame her. I’ve been unemployed for almost two years now and food became more and more scarce on our table. Her mother got really sick and she decided to return to her town to take care of her, but I know that she ain’t coming back.
Well, life goes on and I have to assure that my kid won’t be a loser like I am. She’s the only thing of value that I still have and I’ll make everything that I can to grant her a better life. Sadly, that ‘everything’ now means that I have to stole other people’s properties to get some money for us to live. Usually, it goes as smoothly as possible: I choose an empty house, get in, take some stuff that worth money and that I can carry, which is important now that I am getting older and feeling more and more weak and tired, and then get out. But sometimes I get in troubled water, like the time that the alarm of a house went crazy and I had to run from police for blocks. Howsoever, I always avoid violence and never carry a gun, after all I have a daughter to take care of, and I don’t wanna end up shot dead by a police officer just for have stolen something.
I dropped my daughter at school and then went to the warehouse where I keep the stuff I stoled. It is a place that belongs to my cousin and he used to keep his truck in there, but now that he’s unemployed too and had to sell the truck we share the same space to keep our things. Yes, he is a thief as well, but we have decided not to act together for two reasons: first, if we get caught, we would face tougher charges for acting as a group; and second, we have an agreement that if one of us end up in jail, the other will take care of our kids, which is the kind of agreement that we can only maintain since we’re working apart. Jared, my cousin, has a child too, a boy around the same age of my daughter. They go to school together and are good friends, and I like to think that they’ll keep sharing the company of one another for a long time, so it worth that extra effort that me and my cousin have for working as loners.
Once I got the things that I keep in the warehouse, I endure another challenge that is to get a good deal on them. I spend most of my days going from one pawn shop to another until I find a good offer that can get me money enough to go to the supermarket. Today I rode the whole city to get a fair price on the notebooks that I had to sell. By the time that I got rid of them, was already time to get the kids from school. I am running short of money again, so tonight I will have to work, which means that Jared will take care of the kids, so I left them in his place after school. After that, I went home and watched a little bit of news and smoke a few cigarettes to try to relax before going off, waiting the night to come. In these moments I feel that I should find another way to handle my situation because my body is not young anymore and I am feeling the difference, but for now this is what I have and I deal with it.
When it’s completely dark, it’s time to act. I drove to a middle class neighbourhood that is distant enough to look for a house to break in. As I said before, I usually target houses that are empty, but tonight I couldn’t find any. I found out that my best chance was this simple house that was almost entirely dark except for one room. I circled it around and saw a girl inside and she was alone, so I had a good chance to make this happen. I verified that the backdoor was easy to open with my tools so I decided to go on with my plan for tonight. When I was trying to open the door I saw her dancing without her pants and that caught me off guard, so much so that I felt a little dizzy and stumbled on the doorstep and hit the window. Afraid that that had warned her, I stayed low until I felt that she wasn’t suspicious of my presence there, and then finished what I was doing and entered the house. I decided to break in this house because I saw some gadgets in the bedroom that could get me a good money, so here I came seeking for them. I got a tablet, a last generation smartphone and a fine watch, so now it’s time to get the fuck outta here.
The following events occurred in the night of July 8th, between 11:47pm and 11:59pm. The people involved in these event will be referred to as The Man, The Woman and The Thief.
As The Thief was trying to leave the house, he started to feel an acute pain that plagued his chest. His vision became blurry and he felt dizzy again, so he tried to reach something to support but couldn’t find anything and fell in the kitchen floor, making a loud noise with the impact of his fall.
In another room, The Woman, scared by that sound, interrupted her activities and decided to leave the house but was interrupted again by another sound. It was The Man who, anxious and concerned about the safety of The Woman, did not wait to knock at the door for a second time, breaking in her house shortly after calling at the door. Confused with such frenzy situation, The Woman stood still in her living room, paralised.
The Man then entered the house, looked at the face of The Woman for a brief moment and ran to check if the threat he came to confront was indeed inside the house. He found it very soon, right in the next room he entered. There was another man, mid-aged, laid down on the ground with his face down. Plaques that develop within arteries progress over time and eventually rupture and occlude blood flow. Much like a sprinter will feel a burn in his muscles as he fatigues at the end of a race, the lack of adequate oxygen delivered to the heart results in fatigue that causes anginal symptoms. If this problem affecting a large enough area of the heart is prolonged, extensive cell death follows and results in an Acute Myocardial Infarction, or simply AMI. That is the reason why The Thief was dead in the kitchen of The Woman. Unwillingly to check the condition of that body, and still obsessed with the safety of The Woman, The Man shot The Thief four times in the back, assuring that man would never get up again.
Meanwhile, The Woman ran through the opened door to her frontyard in an attempt to distance herself from all that mess that was happening. But she did not go too far, because The Man was in her heels and soon enough was able caught her. All he was thinking at that moment was that he finally got a chance to know his precious love in person and couldn’t let it slip. Desperate with that situation, she was crying for help, but the streets were empty and seemed like nobody noticed her despair, so The Man dragged her to the house once again. They walked to the house, passed by the living room and the kitchen, where she saw the shocking scene of a corpse surrounded by an incredible amount of blood, and he finally took her to the bedroom. The Man always dreamed about what would be like to be in her bedroom, that intimate space, and now he sees himself there, with her. It was a dream coming true in his mind, and his obsession was so huge that all that horrible situation was erased from his head. All he could see was The Woman, the bedroom and the moment they were sharing.
That exciting feeling was scalating rapidly and soon it evolved to a primal instinct. In that moment, The Man was more an animal than anything else and he did not want to control himself anymore, cutting loose. The Woman had already taken a lot of crap in her life, since her job is basically deal with perverts, but even she has never seen or lived anything liked that. The Man looked possessed and out of control. He was the embodiment of the evil in that moment. Afraid for her life, The Woman tried to escape once again, but The Man held her on the bed, trying to rip the clothes of the already barely naked woman. Nevertheless, The Woman was able to reach the lamp on the desk beside her bed and hit The Man on the head, creating an opportunity to get out of there.
The Woman ran out the bedroom and when she was passing by the kitchen she grabbed a knife in and attempt to protected herself and continued to ran, aiming to reach the frontdoor and finally get some help. But she never got a chance to get there, once The Man catch up with her in the living room, before she could exit the house. Already tired and acting by instinct, she stabbed The Man on the arm, causing him to drop his gun, which she then picked up.
Acting by survival instinct, she aimed the gun to The Man and without further thinking started to fire. She shot five bullets, but it’s really hard for an untrained person to handle the power of a fire gun. Only one bullet actually hit him, in the chest, and The Man fell to the floor, lifeless. The Woman was finally safe. The Woman was finally safe in front of the 1.283 people that were connected to her room on the cam site. 1.283 people that just witnessed a murder. The Woman crumbled. The human mind can proccess a great amount of information, but that was certainly too much for her. She was the victim, but was also unable to handle all the facts and feelings that were running through her head at that moment. Extremely confused, fearing prison for the assassination of that man and also feeling guilty for taking his life, she made a decision. 1.283 people witnessed.
